Lee Hope Celebration | All Star Western Theatre (07-05-47)

Welcome to the old-time radio westerns, I'm your host Angelines, and let's get into

this episode.

This episode is going to be All Star Western Theater Original Airdates July 5th, 1947,

and the title is Lee Hope Celebration.

All Star Western theaters, starring America's Great Western singers,

boy-willing and the writers of the Purple Saves, bringing you the music, the stories, and

the spirit of the Great Open Faces.

And now, here are the writers of the Purple Saves.

Thank you, friends.

We've got a real, warm-hearted feeling for our next number.

When our dads were courting the gals, they called it parking in those days, this song was

quite the rage.

The fellas formed pre-olds, quartets, sex sets, anything at all to sing it with all

of their mics.

And just a few days ago, we recorded this same song for majestic ourselves.

And it's quite the rage again.

I wonder who's gifting her now.

I wonder who's gifting her now.

I wonder who's gifting her now.

I wonder who's gifting her now.

I wonder who's gifting her now.

I wonder who's dying the wine.

For this that I used to so much.

I wonder if she ever tells him what he's gifting.

I wonder who's gifting her now.

The old-time co-founder was a pretty independent gritter.

He had little use for a man who couldn't handle a horse, rope a steer, use a branding iron,

or throw a six-gun.

Here's was a tough hard life.

But all he asked was fair treatment from the foreman and good-plained food from the Chuckwagon.

Western men today are pretty much the same when it comes to food.

Most men today for her good-plained food.

And that's one reason why good-webber's bread is favored by so many Western housewives.

As toast for breakfast, combined with sandwich filling or with complete meals,

housewives know that good-webber's bread is sure to please.

Always well-mixed and well-baked with a golden brown crust, firm even texture,

and distinctly flavor, good-webber's bread forms a substantial part of the daily menu

of thousands of Western families.

Next time you visit your grocers by Weber's Bread, that good bread in the familiar blue-king of wrapper.

It's not true that all Western songs are work songs sung by Cowboys to suit their cattle.

No, sir, here's one. Some poor fellow sang to let the whole world know just exactly how it is to be away from home.

Listen to Texas Plains.

I want to drink my jubber from an old tin can while the moon goes right and high.

I want to hear the call on the way super well.

I want to hear that sky old cry.

I want to feel my sadness between my legs, fighting them out on the rain.

Just to kick him in the sky, making sure he's never tired.

Out on the fangs that flame.

Night in my dreams, somehow it seems I'm back where I belong.

Just a country hiked way back in the sick.

Back where I was born.

A city life and the city ways are driving me insane.

I want to be alone. I want to be back home.

Out on the Texas Plains.

I want to drink my jubber from an old tin can while the moon goes right and high.

I want to hear the call on the way super well.

I want to hear that sky old cry.

I want to feel my sadness between my legs, fighting them out on the rain.

Just to kick him in the sky, making sure he's never tired.

Out on the fangs that flame.

Here now is a song that best represents the west to more people than any other.

The riders of the purple stage and cumbling tumbleweeds.

Breathe and tumble and down.

And in their love to the ground.

Only the tree I'll be found.

Rifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

And that's all behind.

No way to go but up high.

Just for the trail we'll wipe.

Rifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

I know when that is good.

Let a new world's born a dog.

I'll keep rolling along.

Even my heart is a thorn.

Here on the range I belong.

Rifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

I know when that is good.

Let a new world's born a dog.

I'll keep rolling along.

Even my heart is a thorn.

Here on the range I belong.

Rifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

Well, it's time now for foyer willing and the riders of the purple stage

to tell us another of their adventures in the west.

This week they've called their story,

down stream on the tautic wall river

prospect is still time for gold.

But up stream near the town of Broken Arrow

all has changed from the old days.

No longer is Broken Arrow disturbed by the revelry of minors.

But perhaps that's all of the good.

For the country around Broken Arrow has been taken over by prosperous branches.

Those three vagabonds, the riders of the purple stage,

started for the town.

But by the time they entered its fleet of limits,

they'd seen so many fleet cattle grazing on historic hills.

They were filled with a sense of peace and contentment.

All was right for the world.

Let's hop over there at Hitchin Folk.

This is pretty cool civilization, how far?

Almost.

Well, sure must be they even got a bubbly fountain

on the corner for folks to get a drink all for.

You can't get a drink off a bubbly fountain now.

You get it out of them.

Offa, you don't dip nothing.

Your head dips.

Hey, little boy.

Little boy.

Hey, hold up.

Don't go ahead.

I said, hey, hold up.

Me too.

I don't miss a Johnny too.

Hey, how are you?

Are you doing, how are you doing?

What are you doing here, Lee?

I heard you'd quit the circle few and disappear.

Oh, I come back now.

Family needs me.

You, you like smile, Mr. Force?

Look, please.

Oh, you're smile?

Well, it's the same good natured grin you've always had.

Oh, no.

You make a look.

Something different.

Where?

All in you, too.

Everyone buying you.

Well, why do you know, boys?

Please, that new tea.

Hold on.

Hold on, you make a wiggly wiggly.

Lee hop, go to doctor.

Doctor, say, Lee hop.

We pull him out, making some more special.

Good for him.

Stop.

That's why I quit job for a while.

Do not want families to see me with no tea.

So quit.

If you have old one pulled out, then hide until new ones put in.

Everybody say, God, very nice smile now.

Yes.

The grin like a cheshire cat, ain't it, Johnny?

Sure is.

Oh, yeah.

Much obliged.

The family like them, too.

And the family know.

I cook for them, twenty-two years.

Mr. Bob not even born when Lee hop comes.

Now he's a big man.

Mrs. Jane walk and hands the knees like a small puppet.

Now she's lady.

Oh, very pretty.

Oh, yes.

When Mrs. Jane walk down the street, who's boys go?

I bet they do.

You know, we haven't seen Jane for two years, I guess.

About that, anyway.

Mrs. Jane's going to be married tomorrow.

Married?

Tomorrow?

No, no.

Big celebration.

Everybody come.

You better come, too.

I can lots of fun.

Hey, I think we'll ride out right now and see her.

Yeah, that's cool.

We go together.

But you wait.

First, while Lee hop by scene for celebration.

Maybe so, you go.

When you see Mrs. Jane too, huh?

You oughta bet it down with her, while you were getting her teeth fixed, please.

Oh, no.

Go down river, pan for gold, for five days.

But rubber comes almost every night, taking somebody's gold.

Never catch him.

Lee hop not one will be mixed up in things like that.

So I go live in a cave on Diamond T-Ran.

Oh, yeah.

Him really plays.

I don't think we've ever met him.

Oh, bad man.

Very bad man.

You oughta go, please.

Too many bundled in a arm.

Sure.

Ha!

Mr. Jane, you've come.

Big surprise.

I like all of you.

All of you.

All of you.

All of you.

Oh, hi.

Oh, hi.

Oh, Johnny.

Oh, Johnny.

Oh, Johnny.

Where did you drop that?

Oh, yo.

The boys are alive.

I didn't think I'd ever see you again.

Lee hop, tell them about wedding, Mr. Jane.

I say, tomorrow, you're going to marry Mrs. Jane.

I'm going to marry Mr. Pete.

Mrs.

Lee, you know better than that.

Boy, I'm not marrying Peter Martin.

Lee knows it.

I'm marrying him, really.

All the same.

Tomorrow, come.

You marry me.

A matter, do Lee.

You may go now.

Uh-huh.

Tomorrow, come.

Mr. Jane, she apologize.

Uh-huh.

He says, Lee hop.

All the time, you lie.

You can see that.

Lee is still his old, stubborn self.

He just won't accept the fact that I'm marrying someone else.

Not Peter Martin.

Well, it's kind of a surprise to us too.

We'd have better assured you when Pete was the hit, Jane.

Did you two get into a rangle or something?

Uh-huh.

Boy, I'd ask you boys to stay for the wedding,

but it's to be acquired if they're just a family.

Jane, you're not doing anything foolish, are you?

No.

I'm being sensible.

More sensible, maybe than I should be.

Well, I guess everybody knows how to run his own life.

Love isn't everything.

Love isn't even important to him.

I don't know, Jane.

I think girls should look at marriage

as something to bring them as many of that as as is possible.

Anything you want to tell us, Jane?

You know, like...

Well, if you want the truth, I marry him for business.

Bob, who's my younger brother in case you've forgotten?

Bob got into a scrape.

He did some things he shouldn't have.

Some team has promised to use his influence and say

that nothing's ever done about them.

A fine marriage.

Jane, Bob isn't the kind of a boy who would ask this.

Bob doesn't even know.

He's an East worker.

But that's not the point.

That is old and sick.

Bob means everything in the world to him.

And if he knew the problem...

Excuse me, boys.

I don't want to talk about something.

Well, I'd be like that.

No need to feel sorry.

Everybody cries sometimes.

I believe. Where will you...

Yeah, I know how to make a decision.

Oh, no, Wally.

Tomorrow, Mr. Pete stands beside Mrs. Jane.

He says, I do.

Mrs. Jane says, I do.

Then everybody celebrates.

Lee, Jane says she's marrying Tim Greeley.

Oh, take it home.

Big mistake.

Yeah.

Oh, no.

Lee hop, he fixed that.

Yesterday, I go to all ranch people and to town people.

I tell him, everybody come out house tomorrow.

Mrs. Jane gonna marry Mrs. Pete.

You did what?

Then go see Mrs. Pete.

Say, Mrs. Pete, you go get a license.

Mrs. Jane, she changed her mind.

Want you.

Wait a minute now.

Mrs. Jane, see everybody comes tomorrow.

See, Mr. Pete with a license?

She has to marry him.

Or everybody be able to disappoint it, huh?

Oh, Lee hop smart one, huh?

Owl, Johnny.

We'd better ride around and tell the folks there's been a big mistake.

Oh, no, wait a minute, boy.

You better come out to cook house for talk.

The time for talk is about overlead.

Oh, yes.

I explained something but not here.

Mrs. Jane, listen maybe.

And Lee hop, want come all over to be big supplies.

You better go cook house like now.

Well, your heart's in the right place, Lee.

It's just that your brain ain't listening to you.

Uh-huh.

I don't suppose you realize how much the thing like this could hurt jeans.

But we'll fix it up, Lee.

We'll tell everybody there's been a mistake.

Oh, Mr. Ford, Lee hop, really glad to see you boys today.

Sure, sure, don't you worry.

It's really glad it was hard to spare time.

Now I've got lots of work to do for celebration.

There isn't going to be any celebration, Lee.

Oh, he hasn't listened to a darn word we said before.

Everybody come to follow.

Have a whole steer barbecue, let the ice cream big cake.

Eat, eat, eat, eat.

Lee, now listen here.

Jane said this was to be a quiet wedding.

Just the family.

Mr. Ford, you want to help Lee hop do some work?

I'm starting all over again.

Maybe you boys like to go see Mr. Tim, huh?

What would we see Tim for?

We don't even know him.

Mr. Tim got gold mine on diamond tea ranch.

Other people find gold.

No place.

Except that's a quiet river.

But Mr. Tim, get it from mine.

Maybe so ask him if he sells some gold.

Why?

Uh-huh.

Lee hop likes you, maybe.

Why?

Well, when Dr. Ford 2000, Lee hop hide in a cave.

Mr. Tim's gold mine.

All the time, hide.

Nobody come in.

Nobody go out.

Lee hop, look all around.

Do not see any gold.

Maybe Mr. Tim big bust.

Maybe so not gold mine at all.

Maybe so something else.

Lee, I don't know what's going on in that old head of yours.

You, you, you gold, please.

Look.

Lee hop got a new tea.

Caught your $100.

Make me really fine smile.

But what good is a tea smile?

You can't smile if Jane Mary still.

Is that it?

Uh-huh.

All right.

We'll try to buy some gold from him.

But if anybody but you asked us to do such a thing,

I think we're low-cold.

Audi, we're looking for Tim really.

Easy.

Got any idea when he'll be back?

Friend of us told us we might be able to do a little business with him.

What kind of business?

Mind if I come here?

Sure.

Thanks.

Johnny?

Hell?

Okay.

Where come it?

I'm Tim's foreman, Tom Cuddle.

I do most of his business foreman.

Well, I don't know whether you'd handle this or not.

We heard about the gold mine.

Gold mine is no secret.

Yeah, I know.

But we'd like to buy a little dust.

You know the government regulations about gold sales, I suppose?

We might be willing to go a little higher than the government rate.

I want to get across the border.

No, Tim said to make no deals and we're illegal.

How much are there to go?

Double?

That's pretty steep.

I'm not risking my neck for nothing.

Okay.

How about four pokes?

Sure.

Just a second.

I'm sure you don't like this guy.

From what I've heard of Tim, I thought he was a pretty square-hunting guy.

He might be, but it's part-time.

Here you are.

Four pokes.

Two ounces tip, pokes.

I sure appreciate this.

Hey, am I yet?

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey, Tim.

Okay, now don't get excited.

What do you fellas doing here?

You're Tim Greeley.

I want to buy some gold.

Tim, I thought it'd be all right, did you?

Man, Mrs. Floor willing in this boy.

Get out of here, you guys and get out of fast.

We don't tell gold except the court in the law.

Your partner does.

And we don't fall for traps.

I don't know why you want to get something on me, but we don't fall for traps.

Let's go, Johnny.

Now.

Why do they pretend they had to get a cook of bored?

Get your horses.

I'll split one poker best in my pocket.

We'll take it back and see what's on Lee Hop's mind.

Oh, gold, very pretty, but not like kind.

What do you mean, Lee?

I think somebody has to make another call on Mr. Tim.

Lee Hop, he valuables you 60, a bag of cake.

Clank and freezer for ice cream.

Maybe you'll make another call on Mr. Tim, huh?

What are we calling on him for this time?

Tell him big celebration our house tomorrow.

Well, he better not come.

Poor fun if he comes.

And if he wants to know why he isn't invited?

Ha-ha.

You look at this gold and tell him why.

See, piece of a gold?

Yeah.

Got a smooth edge.

All piece got edge, very smooth.

Gold, come out on mine.

Have sharp edge.

Really sharp edge.

Think I'm out with thick, make them sharp.

What about it?

This gold got a smooth edge.

Come from river.

From a river?

Yeah.

That's why I live up.

Oh, I'm getting it now, Lee.

You tried the pan gold down there.

Somebody robbed poor prospect.

The most ever not.

Poor prospect.

A work hard, somebody robbed.

That's too bad.

Ow.

Johnny, come on.

We're high telling it over to the diamond tee.

Let's go.

You got it going.

Maybe show trouble.

You better sign it down.

Watch yourselves when we get inside.

We will.

Sure.

It's really got a good reputation around here.

Using him of robbing prospectors is a serious business.

What?

Hey, Tim.

Pull on, don't go pushing fast.

Move, partner.

Yeah, what's coming in, too?

Yeah, what's going on up?

Willie, I told you to take your boys and get out of here.

I'll reach for it.

All three of you.

Now, let's not get excited.

I accidentally ran off with the poke of your gold.

Keep your hands up, Willie.

Don't move, not an inch.

Well, we're just returning your gold, Willie.

That's all right.

I'll take it off.

Keep your hands up.

It's OK.

And then I got the gold.

I don't put the hands down now.

Thanks, Willie.

Not that it's any of my business after the way we've been treated.

But I reckon somebody's imposed on you.

This gold didn't come from any mine.

It came from a river.

Give me the wine.

Probably from a horse on the fast guise.

The prospectors have been robbed.

Get him out, Johnny.

Get him out.

All right.

All right, dance for trouble.

You got it.

Open that door, Tim.

You got it.

All right, I'll try the three of you.

No funny business.

What are we going to do with him, Tim?

Take him out to the mine.

One of the pests.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Hands up in the sky.

Yeah.

Me and Lee Hop.

I got a two-shooting on one in each hand.

You'll be good now.

That's work, Lee.

You'll tell them to be nice.

Lee Hop is very busy the day.

No time to fool along.

He's a boy.

Lee Hop thinks maybe you needy-hop.

So wait outside and then we'll take the train.

All right, boys.

We got him.

They're going down to see the sheriff.

Oh, careful.

Careful.

Careful.

Careful.

Boy, Johnny spilled some more barbecue.

It's also another girl's dress.

Johnny, you got to be careful.

Come on.

Let's get these trays filled up again.

All right, everybody.

But uh...

I have to have some more food, I guess, Lee.

Sure.

Okay, okay.

How about going out and taking a look at the celebration?

Jane hasn't had a chance to thank you yet.

And Pete gets tears in his eyes every time your name's made.

Uh-huh.

There you thank, Lee Hop some other time.

Only place I like to go now is by Mr. Tim.

Well, he's in jail, both Tim and his partner.

Oh, they say him.

I like to see him.

He's in one of the good punch on the nose.

I'd help you, Lee.

Me too.

Very bad, man.

Last night, I put in my new $100 piece in a pocket.

So no break when I make Mr. Tim reach for sky.

In a five teeth fall out of pocket.

Mr. Tim put big foot right on him.

Snot band, two piece.

Oh, that's too bad, Lee.

Ah, too bad.

Long time I count on seeing Mr. Jane Malley.

Went to two years.

I buy $100 piece.

So I have a nice smile.

And then...

Oh, well, Kamala, forget all about you.

Come on, what do you want on your tray this time?

Move on with you, let me go.

A great deal of credit for helping civilize the old West

belongs to the fine-eared women.

Undaunted and unafraid, they set off with their men in prairie schooners,

in buckboards, or in many instances a strider horse or a mule.

And wherever their men folk went, the women were there beside them.

Their job was to provide a hold.

And this they did in the face of tremendous hardship.

And they took tremendous pride in their homes.

Western women today are pretty much the same.

They're proud of their homes and particularly proud of the food they serve.

That's why so many modern homemakers insist upon serving good,

Weber's bread.

They know that Weber's bread, with its golden, brown crust, firm,

even texture, and distinctly flavor, is really good bread.

And they also know that it's one of the most nutritious foods they conserve.

It's a sure hit with every member of the family, too.

So buy some tomorrow.

It's that good bread and the blue jing of reference.

Each week, as you know, foyer willing and the writers of the purple sage

make a point of doing a western song,

which you folks have said is one that's near your heart

and which you believe will continue to be sung for as long as there's a wet.

This week, you've chosen Blue Prairie.

We're a day and lonely night,

deemed to say that's nothing's right.

Everything is feelin' blue.

Here in my very soul, I feel it too.

Far in the distant hills, I hear a cry.

When a silent voice but no reply,

very much you tell me too,

why have they spread this gloomy blanket of blue over you?

Blue Prairie, blue on the side,

blue on the side of the night when

all in blue prairie,

blue on the hill,

blue on the trail of the night bird calling

every beating heart beats a rhythm that is blue

and the moon has cast a blue reflection in the dew.

So the wind while on its way seems to cry and sigh and say,

blue, blue, blue prairie,

blue echoed ring,

blue as I sing of a longing,

blue as I sing of a longing.

Well, that's about it for this time, friends.

We're mighty glad you were with us,

and we invite you to share our songs and stories

of the West again next week.

This is for a willing,

seeking for hours, Louis, Johnny Paul,

and all of the riders of the purple stage,

saying so long and good luck to all of you.

Resting alone, sing in a song under a western moon.

From Hollywood, you've heard your all-star Western theaters,

a VMBare production starring America's Great Western Singers,

boy-willing and the riders of the purple stage.

The script was by Ray Wilson,

direction by Tom Harkes.

This is Terry O'Sullivan's thinking.

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